| Blinded by the open sea
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| Nothing else could reach to me
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| But I’ve been hiding for a while
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| Someday I will wonder why
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| I’ve said that summer can’t be gone
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| Winter came and proved me wrong
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| She’ll be begging on her knees
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| Asking gently saying please
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| I’ll be sailing and I’ve heard that you will too
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| And I know some days will be
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| Tough without you
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| But I’m out of here here tonight
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| I’m looking for that place I’ve heard about
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| Maybe we can
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| In a year or two
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| Talk about our lives and what we do
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| Build a life it will take time
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| But always felt that I’d be fine
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| Cause we been flying everywhere
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| Now it’s time to use those stairs
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| Yes, it’s time to use those stairs
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| Though it’s seeming I’m still blinded by the sun
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| I take a deep breath
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| Then it’s ready, steady, run
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| But I’m out of here here tonight
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| I’m looking for that place I’ve heard about
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| Maybe we can
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| In a year or two
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| Talk about our lives and what we do
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| You let me to this after all this time
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| I stare at the ground and I realised that I’m
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| Out of here here tonight
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| I’m looking for that place I’ve heard about
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| Maybe we can
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| In a year or two
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| Talk about our lives and what we do
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| Cause I’m out of here here tonight
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| I’m looking for that place I’ve heard about
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| Maybe we can
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| In a year or two
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| Talk about our lives and what we do |